The clitoris, that great sphinx.

I carefully rearranged my senses 

so they could have a conversation. 

Taught them to switch places; 

from each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes! 

And fingerprints filled the eye sockets. 

From the ears grew two tongues, 

and I sang for people passing a strange song. 

Told them stories without moving my lips 

(Mouth half-open, still) 

They assumed the words came from themselves; 

these unfamiliar thoughts, 

and I sang to them: 

Aaaaaa Aaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaa. 

Such is the speech of the body: 

The ribs painted their fingernails. 

(Black, of course) 

And on the edges of the cunt 

grew little teeth! 

The clitoris, that great sphinx, opened its eye: 

So many blind years, acting Oedipus. 

Meanwhile the vocal chords were listening 

for the wind howling, 

whispering a familiar language of breath ... 

secret tales for them to learn. 

Then from my veins came a strange itching, 

and I felt a pull through the shoulder blades. 

I should have seen it coming! 

The blood was itching! 

And etched a hole at the nape of the neck. 

It flew out into the night 

like a long, red ribbon to the sky. 

And up we went, blood and I, spread over the city. 

The dark sky lay against my skin, 

So close ... 

like an eyelid.

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